The taxi ride is routine, to where you'll go aloft; as sun is lighting up the sky, where clouds are white and soft.

You feel the plane lift off the ground, preflight jitters fade; Great wife, kids, and job you think, 'I really have it made.'

Minutes into flight time, you get the dreaded news; five hijackers, they be haters, of our Christians and our Jews.

The message from the bad guys is, "Be smart, against us not a hand"; You know that throughout history, they'll just fly somewhere and land.

They'll rant and rave excessively, ransom they'll demand; call for release, from a jail, members of their band.

Your nervousness is soon replaced with total abject fear; As flight crew and the pilot are pushed roughly to the rear.

The pilot says that something's wrong, the plane, hijacker now will fly; and if he doesn't do it right, then everyone will die.

The cell phone in your pocket, handy and maybe works; call your wife to tell her plane hijacked by some jerks.

She tells you with a deep concern, Twin Towers have been struck; and then you know beyond a doubt, you've all ran out of luck.

The plane is going Southeast, D.C. is on that track; the aircraft is a weapon; You have to take it back.

The plane has over fifty souls, D.C. has thousands more; the choice is simply who must die from this heinous act of war.

You tell your wife you love her, but you have a job to do; you're going to take the airplane back, and subdue this crazy few.

You tell her that you may not live, as something may go wrong; these people don't want money, they want to kill our freedom song.

The last words that your wife will hear brands freedoms corporate soul; the battle cry, no better made, than what you said: "Let's Roll."

Spectator, you no longer be, your heart hears the drum and fife; something must be done, and quick, to save more innocent life.

Into freedoms history, and shirking not your charge; Bad guys lose, good guys win, the price is very large.

You brought us all together, that very fateful day; the standard raised for "Patriot," you few have set this way.

Rest well you friends of country, God bless, and keep your souls; patriots, can die, but once; While cowards live in holes!

AMEN

May what the passengers of Flt 93 did, be the standard to be met, as they did; the same standard stated by Jesus: "No one shows greater love than when he lays down his life for his friends." Flight 93 Hero's saved many 'Friends.'